Isle Of Wight Tomatoes

Early this morning the crow, having adopted the back of the bench as its new taking off strip, flew directly onto the top of the bird feeder, but didn’t stay. It can only scavenge from a tray in the construction, not the closed containers. Jackie is wise to that, so isn’t filling it at the moment. The blackbird, with her partner perching guard on the snake bark tree,  continues to sit on her eggs.

It is now possible to see through the entrance to the kitchen garden from some distance away. Pictured here are two sides of a path surrounding an oval flower bed at the far end of the garden, as they appeared at the beginning of the day. They are in there somewhere. It was my task to begin restoring them to their former glory, whilst Jackie continued transforming the central gravelled walkway. Here, the brambles were rampant and well established. A certain amount of eradication of them from the beds was required.

This revealed more hidden plants, like the day lilies, the colour of one of which seems to have confused a bloodsucking insect into thinking it was clamped on to my forearm. With some painstaking sifting of

earth and gravel Jackie completed the central path today. I, on the other hand, although making a good impact on the left hand side and far end of the ovoid ring, came to an abrupt halt when I encountered the bamboo. A number of strong stems had penetrated the path and defied my fork.

That was a battle I was prepared to fight another day. It had taken three months completely to eradicate a clump of the insidious roots of this grass at The Firs, so I wanted to be fresh for the job. Mañana.
On a sunny day such as this, the light streaming through the kitchen windows at lunchtime is stunning.

Placed at random at the end of the table when preparing it for the food were a vase of tulips Shelly had given Jackie, an accident pot containing alliums and a petunia,   and a bowl of tomatoes.  These tomatoes were a variety of shapes, sizes, and colours. And they were delicious. Jackie had purchased them at Setley Ridge Farm Shop, to which a couple from the Isle of Wight travel weekly to supply them. Apparently supermarkets cannot sell them because they are not uniform in size, redness, and rotundity.
We received a very warm welcome from the family at The Family House Chinese restaurant in Totton where we dined this evening on the usual good food and Tsing Tao beer.

The streaks in the sky on our way home were of the equally warmest hues.

The Rose

House to letBecky and Ian were today due to view a house to rent in Oving in West Sussex.  After an early lunch Jackie and I drove out there to surprise them with our moral support.  We arrived half an hour before the appointment time.  Jackie waited in the car whilst I had a wander around Oving, a pretty village surrounded by cornfields.Cornfield

The Gribble InnI discovered that the village shop constituted a bar of The Gribble Inn.The Gribble Shop  After the viewing we repaired to the inn where we whiled away the rest of the afternoon discussing the pros and cons of the property.  It was a big plus that this was the only place so far where Scooby, their dog, would be acceptable.  The couple will sleep on the decision about whether they will get to sleep inside the house.

The weather was still hot enough to keep us inside the pub. The Gribble shop inside From the windows we could could see the very pleasant garden and outside seating area. The Gribble Inn garden They specialised in those beers inviting drunken Spoonerisms, like Plucking Pheasant and Fuzzy Duck.  The locals were disgusted when I showed a distinct lack of inebriation when ordering the Pheasant which wasn’t available anyway.

Just in time for their opening, we drove in convoy to The Magna restaurant in Bognor Regis.Please do not park here  We parked in a side street where we were rather amused by what seemed to be a blatant disregard for a set of No Parking notices, two of which were propped up against the offending vehicle.  Magna restaurantAlthough it was once a regular venue of Jackie’s, I have only been to the Magna a couple of times before.  Our first arrival had caused us some confusion in trying to locate it.  This is because she was convinced it was called The Rose.  When she was given a complimentary red rose at the end of the meal she realised the reason for the misnomer.  Two years on from our last visit, she and Becky were given the customary red roses.

The meal was good.  Cobra, Bangla, and Diet Coke were drunk.  I slept through most of the journey home.  Fortunately Jackie stayed awake.